We had a wonderful second Halloween. Mommy and Daddy escaped another year without trick-or-treating and instead spent time at a local festival and a pumpkin carving contest. One of the many joys of living in a small town are all of the many community activities.
In our cute Halloween PJs.
This one speaks for itself.
Wyatt loved his costume.
One of Wyatt modeling Parks' costume. We needed to see how it looked on a non-screaming child.
We traveled to Orange Beach, Alabama for the weekend. It was the boys first real trip to the beach. We were a little concerned it would be too cold for them, but the weather was beautiful. Much the way it always works, Wyatt LOVED the gulf, the sand, the pool, all of it. Parks on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with any of it. We really couldn't have two more different boys. Unfortunately, we failed to bring the camera the one time we were on the beach with Wyatt in the water. Every time the waves hit his little legs he would laugh hysterically. Here are a few pics from our weekend.
Our attempt at trying to capture a Christmas shot on the beach. Wyatt decided to use Parks for balance and Parks did not like it.
Some sweet friend of ours boated over from Pensacola for breakfast. While the boys didn't actually ride in the boat, they loved exploring.
Note the look on Wyatt's face. He was so excited, he wanted to climb over the back of the boat and play with the engines. His lack of fear absolutely terrifies this mama, especially when our condo was on the 15th floor.
At the zoo in our new Radio Flyer wagon. We've had been debating whether to get one of these for months. So far I really like it.
The closest Parks would get to any body of water. Never mind the fact that he wouldn't even let his feet touch the sand.Today, I watched as Parks shooed, or growled, our dog Duke out of the kitchen as they vied for space around daddy as he was eating an apple that both of them wanted intently.
Later, Parks thought it would be funny to give Dante his Goldfish. Funny turned into gross as Dante slobbered all over his hand. Gross turned into fear as Dante got a little nibble of the fingers on the next go round.
Just to get everybody caught up on some of the happenings in the family. Recently, Randi and I made a trip to New York. The trip started out as a simple selfish attempt by me to go to a baseball game at Yankees Stadium one last time before it was razed to the ground. It turned into a four day weekend that included not only a Yankee game but also a ferry ride to Governor's Island, a day trip to Hyde Park, Vanderbilt Mansion, FDR's home, the Catskills, Spamalot, and a lot of walking around.
The Battery Park skyline from the ferry to Governor's Island. Randi and I were in NY during Christmas 2002, and it is still odd not to see those Twin Towers.
Waterfalls in NYC? Yes, it was a part of a new public art display, in which, they erected 5-6 of these waterfalls all around the south seaport. Give me waterfalls made of rock and earth any day.
On one of our outings to Grant's Tomb near Columbia, we walked by a church under renovation. These saints were getting a "face lift."
For some odd reason, this doorway struck me, and I had to get a picture of it. Some graffiti on the doorway of the "Roumanin-American Congregation of Talmud Torah." Of all the grand vistas in huge cities, it always seems to be the little slices of life that you remember the most.
Moss and spruce seeds sprouting roots on the wood shake roof shingle of a farm house in Hyde Park.
Home to one of this country's most influential families, the Vanderbilt Mansion in Hyde Park. It's not so grandiose when you use to take school field trips to the Biltmore Mansion in Asheville, NC.
The Hudson River at we ascend into the narrow roadways along the Catskill Mountains.
Some huge, beautiful doors with intricate ironwork and stone work on a cathedral that we pass along the way.It seems like it has been such a long time since we blogged that the title is true, but lest it is not. We are still here. Randi and I are just getting our heads above water coming out of the busy seasons for both of our jobs respectively.
There are so many stories, photos, and videos that we are wanting to share that it is hard to know where to begin. Both the boys are doing great, growing right before our eyes, and turning into such little men. Thanks to all those that have hung in there with us. We will do much better in the future and are looking to make some big changes to the overall style and scope of this blog in the near future.
Parks discovering that there is a smattering of fun with drawers besides pulling all the containers out and spreading them around the kitchen floor.
Parks and Wyatt getting ready for bed and not feeling very well with one of the many colds that have been spreading around recently.
Wyatt drinking his evening bottle (which we are weening). We think he believes he can absorb the nourishment of milk through his skin.
Sinatra -- Old Blue Eyes
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